sins

Birth was my first sin, to be here,
to cry, with my scream silence tear...

Life was my second sin, just live,
mock this world, my opinions to give...

Love was my third sin, to care,
just worship them, how did I dare...

Questioning was my fourth sin, raise doubt,
my mind use to see no reasons when look out...

Rebelling was my fifth sin, my own rules make,
refuse to obey, orders from others to take...

Arrogance is my sixth sin, to my own sins list,
to think I know, believe my own sins see in life's mist...

I will still have many sins, on my own pride I will fall,
I will regret the most, hope redemption before death call...

Death will be my last sin, to surrender and die,
just release my life, to darkness and oblivion fly...

dont bother me

don't bother me
with souls to save
i have my own agenda...
there's work to do
sports to play..
important stuff to attend to!

don't bother me
with my friend at work
she's got her own religion..
i don't have time,
to change her mind..
she'll make her own decision.

don't bother me
with that little boy
the boy playing in the street..
he's much too young
to understand..
that the savior he could meet..

don't bother me
with the sounds i hear...
the sounds of people shrieking..
although i wonder who they are...
who are these victims
screaming???

don't bother me
with who they are..
i really don't want the blame.

cause its my friend at work..
and that little boy..
who from hell,
scream out my name...

but...don't bother me...

love

love is like a water bubble,
don't blow high ,or it may burst,
it seems like a mirage, in dry desert
never follow or you die of thirst;
love is like a honey bee-
touch and it surely sting ,
plight and tears of painfulness,
together it will bring;
love is like a red rose,
captivating senses, with its magical hue-
never grasp in haste, my friend,
or from prickly thorns you can't rescue
but,yet,love is a rainbow,
spreading, various colors of life-
its is the sharp edge,with which you kill;
your own self;and yet worship the knife!!!